there is nothing outside the library
just me, and some pedestrians,
birds and cars and the surprise of
sunshine. where step on a crack
means eight books in the backpack.
the fuse in front of that point where
apology will not even be heard -
how short is yours? does anger not
burn down with time's slide, or, hello
my friends, Ms. Rock meet Mr. Hard Place.
beauty, is it cheap? if I was a foot taller
I think I'd be a foot dumber. all this
channelling of grump. overheard:
"so I go, then this charge at the porn
store has nothing to do with you and
he goes rar rar rar." minutes
caught in amber, not amber, coal.
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